'Oh, it seems to me that if I were in your place--young, no cares or
anxieties, with such a start, such influence, and such a prospect--I
should not be able to contain myself for joy! I should, indeed, aspire to
be the "bride of the Lamb," and to follow Him in conflict for the
Salvation of poor, lost, miserable man. I pray the Lord to show it to
you, and so to enamour you of Himself, that you may see and feel it to be
your chief joy to win them for Him. I say I pray for this--yes, I groan
for it, with groanings that cannot be uttered; and if ever you tell me it
is so, I shall be overjoyed.
'I don't want you to make any vows (unless, indeed, the Spirit leads you
to do so); but I want you to set your mind and heart on winning souls,
and to leave everything else with the Lord. When you do this you will be
happy--Oh, so happy! Your soul will then find perfect rest. The Lord
grant it to you, my dear child.'
She made all her children feel that the only reward they could give her
for her ceaseless toil and labour on their behalf was that they should
give themselves to the War:--
'I hope, my dear boy, that, whatever sense of obligation or gratitude you
have towards me, you will try to return it by resolutely resisting all
temptation to evil, and by fitting yourself to your utmost to be useful
to your fellow-men. I ask from you, as I asked from God, no other reward.
If I know my own heart, I would rather that you should work for the
Salvation of souls, making bad hearts good, and miserable homes happy,
and preparing joy and gladness for men at the Judgment bar, if you only
get bread and cheese all your life, than that you should fill any other
capacity with £10,000 per year.'